Rasputin of the East

45

England, London.

“Jung-suk! Be quiet!”

Congress was truly a marketplace.

Russia came to the Black Sea.

The last chains of the Russian Black Sea Fleet are in danger of being released.

“We must stop the fall of Constantinople!”

“For what reason? By what means are you going to stop it? Russia is your ally! Are you saying that you will come and join the war on the German side?”

“It happened because of that crazy little Churchill! Two battleships made the Black Sea a gift to Russia’s lake!”

In the midst of the uproar, Prime Minister David Lloyd-George declared a suspension and trudged out.

“Have you heard from Admiral Fisher?”

“I proposed a meeting… but I didn’t even meet him. They suggested Topkapi Palace as a meeting place…”

“……I knew it would be like that, but it’s bittersweet to have it happen again.”

The ground troops had not yet arrived. No, the fleet is not enough.

Considering the enemy coastal batteries lined up in the strait, you must be prepared to sacrifice a significant number of the Mediterranean fleet.

Of course, if you attack, Admiral Fischer will attack and inflict weavers on Constantinople no matter the outcome.

The problem is that the navy alone cannot occupy Constantinople, so ground combat forces are essential. The Marines hadn’t arrived yet.

No, in common sense, two days makes sense.

Even if the distance from the border was short, even if Bulgaria and Romania had opened the way, the fact that the capital defense line had collapsed in two days and the enemy troops were engaged in fighting in the capital was just astonishing.

The transports are running to blow up the engine, but it’s still too late.

Considering the strength of the Ottoman Army, the Russian Imperial Interior Army, and the Romanian Army that supported them so far, it is not surprising that a messenger rushes in and reports the surrender of the Constantinople Defense Command.

If that’s the case, it’s over. The Ottomans who lost Constantinople couldn’t stand it.

Who will be able to stop the Russian Empire from advancing into the Mediterranean? Even in the face of a failing economy, the Russian Empire still clings to its naval plans, showing its ambition to advance into the Mediterranean Sea.

“Instruct Admiral Fischer to break through the Dardanelles.”

After somehow isolating Gallipoli’s defenders and receiving their surrender, they must stop the Russian advance.

Considering the price, the price is cheaper than dozens of battleships. The battleships launched by the Home Fleet on a large scale are also rushing past Gibraltar with all their might, but it was unclear whether they would be able to make it on time.

In the end, Admiral Fisher was the only one who had to break through the enemy coastal batteries with only his troops.

***

“Shall I pick it up?”

These were my first words when I saw the report that Irina had brought.

Of course, I knew that rationally it wouldn’t be like that.

What the emperor took to him was also eaten, but throwing it all away and running away doesn’t mean he can survive.

The reason is simple.

There isn’t a single person in the world who wants to see my blood.

If we look closely from the east, Japan will be the first. From the moment I received the title because I was favored by the Tsar, or at the latest, from the moment I founded the GRU, Japan must have been watching me.

Japan hasn’t touched me yet.

Anyway, since I am a high-ranking person from a foreign country, it is difficult to touch it openly.

But even after the shield of the Russian Empire disappeared.

In the 1910s, it is still time for the independence army to wage guerrilla warfare in Korea. Then, for the Japanese Empire, the existence of the country is literally a walking insecurity factor.

I can’t touch it now because I’m a high-ranking official in a foreign country, but what if I leave the Russian Empire? I’m just a stranger with some talent and money.

Then cooperate with the Japanese Empire to avoid that fate? Aside from the fact that it’s impossible to smuggle with Japan without any foundation, there’s no one who doesn’t know that it’s crazy.

The next country that wants to kill me would be the Soviet Union.

Do you know what a Stolipin’s tie is?

It is a slang term for the gallows of revolutionaries.

Stolipin killed a lot of revolutionaries, and I, who was formally under Stolipin, followed him well.

I also created the Internal Affairs Army, so my image among revolutionaries is probably the Reinhard Heidrich of Nazi Germany seen in Israel? No, heidrich is a professor in Prague, so Stolipin suits him better and I’m probably Heinrich Himmler.

Before the end of World War II, Heinrich Himmler said, ‘This country is ruined! I need to get out of here!’ He must have already bought all the grudges against the revolutionaries.

Just as the Mossad executed Nazi remnants, and Trotsky was stabbed to death by an ice awl, there is no guarantee that I will not go to the underworld.

Rather than give up all the business and power and run away, I will make the people who threaten me with that money and power bury their faces in the ground.

I will make it so that those who dare to hate me will not even dare to raise their swords against me in the face of great power.

That was the only ‘reasonable’ way for me.

who was it If you kill one person, you become a murderer, if you kill a million people, you become a conqueror, and whoever kills everyone becomes a god.

At least in this day and age, that was true. It was so when we considered it not with emotion and emotion, but with reason and rationality.

The 20th century of madness was such an era.

Although living is not everything humans do, living is dying at the same time, so humans do not live just to struggle to increase the time between birth and death.

It is the privilege of the survivors to record history.

You must survive even if the blood that flows through your hand overflows beyond your own worth. Even if every step of yours is stained with blood.

Even if you cannot save the lives of millions of people, even if you cannot make the lives of everyone in the world one step further.

just survive Survive no matter what happens in front of you, even if the enemy sharpens a gun at you, even if you roll around the floor tangled with the corpses of your comrades in avoidance of enemy air strikes, even if you fall into the world of 100 years ago, survive.

Even if a world war stands in my way, I will get through it, and I will survive even if countless lives are lost at one time, regardless of my orders.

Regret is also a privilege granted only to those who survive.

“The supply of Lewisite is complete, just give the order.”

“Wait.”

“Sir, the recommendation to surrender does not seem to make much sense.”

“It is an order. Wait.”

Still, as a human being, I think there are lines that should not be crossed.

You can criticize me for being a hypocrite.

How can you rate my actions?

“To the still-resisting Ottoman forces and the inhabitants of Constantinople. The main building is Count Vostok, the commander of the Russian Empire’s Interior Forces. Your army that resisted at Edirne has been destroyed, and your resistance is useless! In the age of modern civilization, the triple wall can no longer protect you!”

“Remember the day Constantinople fell! Salvation did not follow Constantine Dragasis Paleologos and the citizens of the Roman Empire who followed him. The main building wishes to extend the last mercy to you. surrender immediately I promise in the name of the main building that if we do not resist, the lives and property of citizens will be guaranteed! Repeat! Surrender! The main building does not want to take the lives of innocent citizens.”

I didn’t really say what was going to happen. Because it’s downgrading.

Of course, no matter how fancy the packaging is, it doesn’t change that the essence of this is a cheap threat.

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Maybe they noticed too. that we are preparing for a poison gas attack.

It’s strange that I didn’t know because I showed it openly.

And unlike the soldiers, civilians who do not have gas masks – of course, the greatness of the Ottoman Empire is seriously questioned whether gas masks were supplied even to the regular army – will inflict enormous damage, and I’m worried about that too, so before I launch a gas attack I know that you are recommending surrender.

After a while, the answer flew in.

– Kwaang!

A shell fell near the loudspeaker.

I looked up at the sky and lamented.

“It’s a parallel line.”

“General.”

“…it is a civilian rent. The use of chemical weapons is not permitted. Only use high explosives.”

***

The last defense minister of the Ottoman Empire, Ismail Enver Pasha, clenched his teeth as he heard a roar from afar.

The last remaining handful of spares. It was the last shield to protect Constantinople, the height of the empire for a thousand years.

It was good to see the citizens who were dying in pain with their eyes closed.

It was reported that they were preparing for a chemical warfare, so poison gas must have been used, but the Ottomans had no means to counterattack.

Cannonballs and bullets are on the verge of running out. Because of the lack of weapons, I’d like to return five bullets per soldier and one bullet per battery.

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Maybe it’s fortunate that there are spare weapons, so we didn’t have to fight with bare hands.

His academy classmate Mustafa Kemal commanded the last Ottoman forces and fought the British forces with all their might, but the last line of defense at Chollu collapsed with a single blow, and they were separated from the mainland along with the entire army stationed at Gallipoli.

I wanted to recreate the splendid glory of the Ottoman Empire in the distant past.

But he didn’t have the ability to do that.

But I had to resist. Even if the end is the fate of dying, forgotten and uncomfortable corpses rotting in a place no one knows about.

Even if his dream is nothing more than a futile effort to scoop sea water with his bare hands.

His close friend, Kemal, may have been more realistic.

He said it was better to give up.

The harder you hold it so you don’t lose anything, the more it slips through your fingers.

Armenia too. Trabzondo. In the end, if you can’t keep it, let it all go.

And let’s start over in Anatolia, the only place we can make sure.

The harder you hold the sand, the more it slips through your fingers, and you lose even what you might have, Kemal persuaded.

He couldn’t accept it.

The Ottomans, the Ottoman Turks, had to become great again.

This country was once powerful and great enough to terrify the whole of Europe, but it stagnates and falls into arrogance and sloth, and eventually rots to the core, making it impossible to reform. I didn’t want to go down in history.

However, when he recalled that oblivion, what he felt was no longer passion but regret.

Ottoman had to be great.

Ottoman was great.

Only they can do it, so it’s their job.

It was a belief he believed in.

But, was it really possible to change this country? Faced with the threat of national destruction by just one unreasonable genius?

An unreasonable genius is born many times in the world, and has faced the Empire many times.

But a truly great empire overcame it all. As Rome defeated Hannibal.

The Ottomans were not Rome. In other words, it was the Holy Roman Empire.

The Holy Roman Empire was ultimately destroyed by Napoleon, not the Rome that finally defeated Hannibal and ruled the Mediterranean Sea.

It was so pathetic that I wanted to laugh. I wanted to cry. I wanted to laugh and cry.

But Pasha did none of that.

Just pull out the sword and raise it.

Because it was his pride.

Like the last emperor who died fighting to the end of the fall of Constantinople, so will he.

‘Yes, Konstantinos, Konstantinos Dragasis Palaeologos, are you satisfied now, are you satisfied with the revenge you have waged through those who claim to be your descendants?’

According to the legend among the people of the Bible, he did not actually die, but turned into a stone statue in Sophia, and fell asleep, and there is a legend that one day, when they recapture Constantinople, he will return.

‘Everyone in the world will know if the legend is true.’

He himself will never know, though.